A Tribute

by E. Lydia Day

     I heard, the other day

        That a caged bird

            May sing

       To spite realities

           Barred hope

     Cause with beaten wings

       And breast on high

             Ahh me

   That bird, with eyes turned

     Still breathes the sky.

         Even if it is,

        Just in her mind.

     I heard, the other day

        That a caged bird

            May sing

             To sway

        The way in which

    Despair tries to enslave

     - With frown laden bars

The agility of possibilities play

   And though at times enraged

             Ahh me

  That bird, with claws affixed

          Still swings.

       And all the while,

       Itís melody rings.

       ĎTil it can seize,

            The calm

    Of branch bountied trees.

     I heard, the other day

        That a caged bird

            May sing

            To prove,

          Its captures

            The fool

         Cause even with

        Times dropped low

          Without even

         A corner to go

         And be let free

             Ahh me

   That bird, with some nerve

        Still finds a way

      To slay grief, I say.

    Cause with beaten wings,

       And breast on high.

    From the tallest branch,

        Nearest the sky.

    All things are possible,

          In her mind.


A Tribute by E. Lydia Day

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